Several years ago, I met Otto Bell for the first time at a Banksy show. We became fast friends and vowed to always do our best to see his work together. Until recently (when I was unable to attend), we’d kept to that. About a month ago, I arrived at my apartment only to have the doorman hand me a mysterious tube. In it was a Mr. Brainwash poster and a lovely note from Otto. It’s comforting to know that even when work gets in the way of play, we’ll always honor our pact and friendship.
For those unfamiliar with Mr. Brainwash, this (or this) might be a good place to start…


